the evening. My father believed in having a good time. He had
superb health, so he spent most of what he made as it came to
him. He counted on a long life. It never occurred to him that a
little piece of machinery going wrong would plunge him into
Eternity in a second."

"Oh, I remember!" cried the boy.

Linda's face paled slightly.

"Yes," she said, "it happened four years ago and I haven't gotten
away from the horror of it yet, enough ever to step inside of a
motor car; but I am going to get over that one of these days.
Brakes are not all defective, and one must take one's risks."

"You just bet I would," said Donald. "Motoring is one of the
greatest pleasures of modern life. I'll wager it makes some of
the gay old boys, like Marcus Aurelius for example, want to turn
over in their graves when they see us flying along the roads of
California the way we do."

"What I was getting at," said Linda, "was a word of reply to the
remainder of your indictment against me. Dad's income stopped
with him, and household expenses went on, and war came, so there
isn't enough money to dress two of us as most of the high school
girls are dressed. Eileen is so much older that it's her turn
first, and I must say she is not at all backward about exercising
her rights. I think that will have to suffice for the question
of dress but you may be sure that I am capable of wearing the
loveliest dress imaginable, that would be for a school girl, if